Bittersweet... Part Trois
You may remember this from the eulogy in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" quoting W. H. Auden:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Here's why. This is a message I sent to a friend abroad inquiring about how she died:
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I'll give you the short version.
She was fighting leukemia for about 16 months. It went on remission about a year ago but came back (with a vengeance) sometime before November last year. She flew out to Houston at that time and was supposed to undergo a bone marrow transplant but according to reports, she went into cardiac arrest on the CT scan machine while being prepared for surgery.
She fought the brave fight and I personally think that the Lord, in his infinite mercy, already spared her from further pain of a transplant (which I think has no anesthesia) and further chemotherapy.
Her ashes are still being viewed until tonight. She will be interred tomorrow after the 9:00 a.m. mass (Philippine time).
I personally was not there as I knew all about these only last year. She did not tell me what happened to her until the last time we talked long sometime in August last year.
May she rest in peace.
You can pass this to people we know.
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